And (Good) Heroes are Tragic
Private for the Doctor and Una. Takes place three days after this mess.
((title shamelessly ganked from this ficlet I just read.))
Three days after the poll results letter and the resulting fiasco, the Doctor went to a café and made two large mugs of steaming hot chocolate, which he then took with him to Una’s little tent at the shooting gallery.
He wasn’t sure she’d want to see him. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to see her. -except of course he did, he really really did, it was just that- He had no idea what he was going to say. -besides, of course, ‘I’m sorry’-
He stood outside the shooting gallery for a long time, hesitating, with the two mugs slowly cooling in his hands.
((title shamelessly ganked from this ficlet I just read.))
Three days after the poll results letter and the resulting fiasco, the Doctor went to a café and made two large mugs of steaming hot chocolate, which he then took with him to Una’s little tent at the shooting gallery.
He wasn’t sure she’d want to see him. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to see her. -except of course he did, he really really did, it was just that- He had no idea what he was going to say. -besides, of course, ‘I’m sorry’-
He stood outside the shooting gallery for a long time, hesitating, with the two mugs slowly cooling in his hands.